Beautiful Mother Novels & Stories

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”

I can feel my heart racing as we run through the jungle to escape from the man trying to kill us! How could this have happened to me??????? I looked around for an escape......' Esrath: "Wow her acting is so lame!" Mother: "It is not lame, its good and I am on the edge of my seat to see what will happen next! Now zip it and let me watch my movie!"

The three of us still kept quiet. Kenya is a wonderful country with wild natural beauty. More wonderful is the people here, the friendliness, filial piety filled with humanity. I was a bit shocked by the scenery here, desolate, burning sun, people with dark skin suffering but always smiling on their lips. That made my heart flutter a little.

The night was calming and quiet as the full moon shined down on us. Mother was listening to music on the radio while I was looking out the window with my headphones on. Mom wanted to have a girl's day out. So we went to the movies, a spa, and then we ate out. We were on our way back home when it happened... A car suddenly slammed against my side. Causing the car to swerve brutally out of control. Mother tried to take back control. But the car eventually flips off of the ground, rolling twice before stopping upside down.

"Like I did." I rolled my eyes in irritation. It was alright for him. His Luna was the pack's main cheerleader. The beauty queen. One any man would want to show off by all accounts. Not that I think of my Mum in that way, but I have seen pictures of her back in her younger years and there is no denying she was beautiful. My Dad, Alpha or not, had been punching well above his weight! So, of course, he would be one to promote how wonderful fated love is. He got dealt a truly wonderful hand by fate…

I made my way to the living room and took a seat beside mum. She smiled at me and gave me a hug when I came in. “How's my beautiful daughter doing? How did your day go?” She asked. I grimaced. I get that they always made extra sure to tell me how beautiful I was and all that, so I wouldn't feel bad about how I looked. But I wished they realized they only made me see myself less and less in the light they were trying to paint to me. I just didn't see what they saw. Beautiful? Yeah, right.

However, actually this white woman has extraordinary charm at this very mature age. Brockley realized it. "Sister is the most beautiful woman after mother!" cried Brockley and glanced sideways. Receiving that compliment, Riley smiled shyly. Her brown cheeks slowly blushed. "You're weird, Brockley. You've never met your mother." "Just now my sister herself said that my mother was very beautiful like an angel." Riley couldn't flinch. But she tries. "There are many other women in this world, Brockley." “There's nothing like Mom, Sis Riley and Aunt Yara. You three are the most beautiful and best women.”

“Have you found your mate?” I nearly dropped the spatula. “No, Mama! It’s not like that!” I said quickly. My cheeks felt hot, and I turned back to the stove. “I was just wondering... what does it feel like?” mother’s smile softened, but her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if trying to read the unspoken thoughts behind the question. “It’s… it’s a feeling like no other,” mother finally said, her voice quieter now. “Like your whole world shifts, and suddenly, you can’t imagine it without that person. It’s scary but beautiful , because you know you’d do anything for them, even if it hurts.”

"Have you seen a mother hold her child in her arms for the first time. The smile on her lips, the tears of happiness in her eyes " "That's what beauty is " "Have you seen the smile on a beggers lips on getting a full meal for dinner?" "That's what beauty is." "Have you seen a grandchild, take his old grandparents for a walk on a wheelchair?" "That's what beauty is." "And all these beautiful things are not a result of a beautiful face, but that of a beautiful heart." Ashton looks at Elle, who had tears of happiness in her eyes. So proud to call him her son. While Ashton ,kisses her forehead. Happy to know he understood the word beautiful in every sense.

Raisa looked down in shame, then gently kissed the real flowers. "Your beauty captivates the heart, oh virgin... It becomes an unforgettable charm. Your face is like a full moon painting. Presenting an inescapable beauty. The rays of your eyes hint at gentleness. Your smile is alluring and soothing to the soul. The embroidery of your lips is beautiful and charming. It becomes a very beautiful work of art. Your voice flows beautifully. Like an enchanting song. Your every move shudders gently. Spreading unforgettable warmth. Your beauty is not just in your face. It's in your whole incarnate self. Your perfect body